Ore-sama Olympics - Round One
Title: Beatdown Bonanza
Author: Kevin Smith (borntokickass)
Rating: Everyone
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Me and Ryoma/Ryoma and I
Theme: If I had one wish...
Summary: Ryoma finally gets his.
Word Count: 597
The game was at tie break after Kevin caught up to Ryoma, evening the score at 6-6. He laughed from across the net. Ryoma was sweating in his backyard that was surrounded by bushes of all sorts of heights. Ryoma's face was angry and his lips looked weird, like he'd just eaten a really sour piece of candy, or swallowed down lemonade that had no sugar in it. He glared at Kevin, who continued to laugh awesomely at him.
"Mada mada dane," Ryoma said in his usual, annoying tone of voice when he'd finally gotten over the fact that he had lost the first point. He pulled his stupid white hat down over his face, like he was cool or something. Which he wasn't. At all.
"Shut up," said Kevin and Ryoma gasped at the verbal smack down. Then he muttered something (probably "che") and served.
The ball twisted in the air, just before landing on the ground. Kevin's look of determination intensified and he took half a step backwards, readying his body. Angling his racket in the way he'd practiced for days, his eyes flashed and he looked at Ryoma for one quick second before letting loose.
As the ball speed down, landing around Ryoma's feet, Ryoma blinked. Kevin enjoyed his moment of triumph for two seconds before standing up straight and pointing his racket challengingly at Ryoma. "That's a new move," explained Kevin. "I call it the Beatdown Bonanza."
"That's a stupid name," said Ryoma, trying to pretend like the name upset him instead of the fact that he was finally coming so close to losing to his number one rival.
"Are you ready to lose, Ryoma?" asked Kevin, racket still pointed at Echizen's stupid head.
"Che," said Ryoma loud enough to hear.
Kevin growled, because the noise was really annoying. Ryoma smirked, like he'd done something clever.
Gripping his racket tightly, Kevin bounced the ball, then served. Ryoma hit it back, trying for a drop-shot - and was denied. Kevin had known from his Echizen Ryoma tape collection that Ryoma would try for something like this, though he'd expected it to happen later.
Staring, savoring the few seconds before he would wipe the smirk off Ryoma's face, his heart pounded. He wished others were here to see him; almost in answer, the bushes rustled and he heard a step, then a noise that echoed in his memory, something like a tongue being dragged across lips, and the high sound of a smirk. His heart beat a little faster but he resisted the urge to search for the face he was probably imagining being nearby.
He ignored these sounds after a split second and angled his racket and hit.
The ball skidded along the floor, landing neatly at Ryoma's feet once more.
"Game," said Kevin. "Set and match."
Ryoma blinked and then fell to the ground. He pulled his hat off his head and Kevin saw the tears of frustration on his beaten rival's face. He jumped over the net and looked down. "Hey," he said, holding out one hand. "It's okay for you to be a loser once in a while."
Ryoma sniffled. "Really?"
Kevin nodded and helped Ryoma up from the floor. They shook hands, one the victor (Kevin) and one the big loser (Ryoma). Kevin patted him on the back and watched him go back inside.
He went to his tennis bag and picked it up. He smiled when he heard the bushes rustle again as he walked past, followed by a murmured batch of words that sounded like "ee dater."
Author: Kevin Smith (borntokickass)
Rating: Everyone
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Me and Ryoma/Ryoma and I
Theme: If I had one wish...
Summary: Ryoma finally gets his.
Word Count: 597
The game was at tie break after Kevin caught up to Ryoma, evening the score at 6-6. He laughed from across the net. Ryoma was sweating in his backyard that was surrounded by bushes of all sorts of heights. Ryoma's face was angry and his lips looked weird, like he'd just eaten a really sour piece of candy, or swallowed down lemonade that had no sugar in it. He glared at Kevin, who continued to laugh awesomely at him.
"Mada mada dane," Ryoma said in his usual, annoying tone of voice when he'd finally gotten over the fact that he had lost the first point. He pulled his stupid white hat down over his face, like he was cool or something. Which he wasn't. At all.
"Shut up," said Kevin and Ryoma gasped at the verbal smack down. Then he muttered something (probably "che") and served.
The ball twisted in the air, just before landing on the ground. Kevin's look of determination intensified and he took half a step backwards, readying his body. Angling his racket in the way he'd practiced for days, his eyes flashed and he looked at Ryoma for one quick second before letting loose.
As the ball speed down, landing around Ryoma's feet, Ryoma blinked. Kevin enjoyed his moment of triumph for two seconds before standing up straight and pointing his racket challengingly at Ryoma. "That's a new move," explained Kevin. "I call it the Beatdown Bonanza."
"That's a stupid name," said Ryoma, trying to pretend like the name upset him instead of the fact that he was finally coming so close to losing to his number one rival.
"Are you ready to lose, Ryoma?" asked Kevin, racket still pointed at Echizen's stupid head.
"Che," said Ryoma loud enough to hear.
Kevin growled, because the noise was really annoying. Ryoma smirked, like he'd done something clever.
Gripping his racket tightly, Kevin bounced the ball, then served. Ryoma hit it back, trying for a drop-shot - and was denied. Kevin had known from his Echizen Ryoma tape collection that Ryoma would try for something like this, though he'd expected it to happen later.
Staring, savoring the few seconds before he would wipe the smirk off Ryoma's face, his heart pounded. He wished others were here to see him; almost in answer, the bushes rustled and he heard a step, then a noise that echoed in his memory, something like a tongue being dragged across lips, and the high sound of a smirk. His heart beat a little faster but he resisted the urge to search for the face he was probably imagining being nearby.
He ignored these sounds after a split second and angled his racket and hit.
The ball skidded along the floor, landing neatly at Ryoma's feet once more.
"Game," said Kevin. "Set and match."
Ryoma blinked and then fell to the ground. He pulled his hat off his head and Kevin saw the tears of frustration on his beaten rival's face. He jumped over the net and looked down. "Hey," he said, holding out one hand. "It's okay for you to be a loser once in a while."
Ryoma sniffled. "Really?"
Kevin nodded and helped Ryoma up from the floor. They shook hands, one the victor (Kevin) and one the big loser (Ryoma). Kevin patted him on the back and watched him go back inside.
He went to his tennis bag and picked it up. He smiled when he heard the bushes rustle again as he walked past, followed by a murmured batch of words that sounded like "ee dater."